I didn't plan or intend on hooking up with anyone, but if the opportunity arose I wasn't about to say no.
One thing you should know about me. I do not appreciate people who try to manipulate me instead of directly communicating with me. If I think someone is trying to manipulate me, I will fuck shit up. I will do exactly the opposite of what they are trying to get me to do even if it means messing up my own life. And that is exactly what I did.
The opportunity arose, and I didn't say no. The second guy I ever had sex with I knew for about six hours. He was tall, cute, and he wanted to sleep with me. He knew about the break and the boyfriend.
The problem is...we didn't use protection. I also [not accidentally] didn't use protection when my boyfriend...well not technically boyfriend since I told him what happened and through his crying we decided not to get back together officially...visited me the next week for our would be one year anniversary of our first date. Yeah, I'm a horrible person. So pregnancy scare ensued. 10 days late. Not the worst 10 days of my life, but it was pretty fucking terrifying. So let's play a quick game before I bore you with the details. Guess which guy was super flaky and sulky and distant, and guess which guy was beyond nice, very strong, and talked me off the ledge numerous times when I called him in tears because I was having a panic attack. Now I understand my boyfriend was hurt. I do. But he couldn't suspend his anger at me for a short period of time to at least try to be there for me for a terrifying time in my life? The one time I selfishly needed support he couldn't be there for me. He knew about my panic attacks, he knew I stayed up most nights crying, and he definitely knew how badly I needed somebody...namely him. One night, I was really bad. I mean really bad. I didn't want to call the other guy because I didn't want to bother him. He didn't ask for any of this and he wasn't the one in love with me. So I called, and I called, and I called. He never answered. It turns out that he was fucking some other girl. I wasn't upset at that. I really wasn't. He wasn't my boyfriend, and I did the same thing to him. I was upset because he chose to comfort her over me. This skank was 21 and hadn't seen her kid in 5 years. So my boyfriend comforted her with his penis. All right...I was a little upset that he fucked her. It
One thing you should know about me. I do not appreciate people who try to manipulate me instead of directly communicating with me. If I think someone is trying to manipulate me, I will fuck shit up. I will do exactly the opposite of what they are trying to get me to do even if it means messing up my own life. And that is exactly what I did.
The opportunity arose, and I didn't say no. The second guy I ever had sex with I knew for about six hours. He was tall, cute, and he wanted to sleep with me. He knew about the break and the boyfriend.
The problem is...we didn't use protection. I also [not accidentally] didn't use protection when my boyfriend...well not technically boyfriend since I told him what happened and through his crying we decided not to get back together officially...visited me the next week for our would be one year anniversary of our first date. Yeah, I'm a horrible person. So pregnancy scare ensued. 10 days late. Not the worst 10 days of my life, but it was pretty fucking terrifying. So let's play a quick game before I bore you with the details. Guess which guy was super flaky and sulky and distant, and guess which guy was beyond nice, very strong, and talked me off the ledge numerous times when I called him in tears because I was having a panic attack. Now I understand my boyfriend was hurt. I do. But he couldn't suspend his anger at me for a short period of time to at least try to be there for me for a terrifying time in my life? The one time I selfishly needed support he couldn't be there for me. He knew about my panic attacks, he knew I stayed up most nights crying, and he definitely knew how badly I needed somebody...namely him. One night, I was really bad. I mean really bad. I didn't want to call the other guy because I didn't want to bother him. He didn't ask for any of this and he wasn't the one in love with me. So I called, and I called, and I called. He never answered. It turns out that he was fucking some other girl. I wasn't upset at that. I really wasn't. He wasn't my boyfriend, and I did the same thing to him. I was upset because he chose to comfort her over me. This skank was 21 and hadn't seen her kid in 5 years. So my boyfriend comforted her with his penis. All right...I was a little upset that he fucked her. It
